I seem to have a crush on the little follower

Tang Le felt that the people around him were talking all day long.

Zhao Qian's arm is still not healed, and there is a plaster band around his neck, silently staring at Tian Kewei's back in a daze without saying a word, Tian Kewei is just the opposite, usually she is not interested in talking with Tang Le was the one who talked, and today he talked a lot, so he had to chat with Tang Le in a short while, which made him a little confused.

Fan Xingchen is the one with the biggest contrast from usual in the class, almost like an eggplant beaten by frost, except for a mournful expression throughout the day, when facing the two roommates, he is almost ashamed. The expressions of the two killed.

When school was over, Zhao Qian slowly packed his schoolbag, Tang Le was sitting on the seat waiting for him, as soon as he looked up, he saw Tian Kewei outside the door waving at him mysteriously.

Tang Le frowned, but said nothing, stood up and walked out.

"Tang Le." Tian Kewei pushed him to the end of the fourth floor, seemed a little embarrassed, but still asked hesitantly, "Do you know Zhou Fan?"

Tang Le froze for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Then can you bring me something...? For him." Tian Kewei said.

Tang Le didn't expect Tian Kewei to know Zhou Fan, but after thinking about it in a blink of an eye, he is a grassroots student, the first in his grade, has too many friends, and is not a boring gourd like himself, so it's not surprising that he knew each other.

"What?" Tang Le asked.

"This." Tian Kewei took out a folded note from his pocket, stuffed it into Tang Le's hand, looked around subconsciously, and after seeing no one, he said: "A little privacy , so don’t tell others, and don’t peek, okay?”

Tang Le didn't have much interest in her matter at first, but Zhou Fan was involved, so she got a little curious, and when she said this, even the last curiosity was hastily dispelled.

"No." Tang Le said calmly.

"Thank you, I'll invite you later..." Tian Kewei said naturally, but was interrupted by Tang Le.

"No, it's just on the way." Tang Le said this lightly, then turned and left.

Tian Ke paused for a moment, looked back at Tang Le's thin back, and muttered secretly: "I don't want any benefits, what a strange person..."

After school, Sanliu Alley is quite lively, with students running by in twos and threes, and some residents who are off work, complementing the bleakness of late autumn. There are no trees in the alley, so it looks even more deserted. For the fallen leaves that came in, Tang Le bent down and picked up a nicer one.

"It's so dirty, don't pick it up." Zhao Qian looked at him and frowned.

"We have touched pig food, this one is still afraid of getting dirty?" Tang Le looked at him.

Zhao Qian suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Tang Le knew that he was not good at chatting, especially when the other party was obviously in a bad mood, and this shortcoming was exposed.

"What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?" Tang Le asked with concern.

After more than ten seconds, Zhao Qian said: "No."

Tang Le opened his mouth, and didn't want to ask too many questions, so the two had no choice but to walk without saying a word, until they separated at the entrance of the alley, Zhao Qian took out a small delicate box the size of a palm from his pocket, and handed it to Tang Le .

"What?" Tang Le froze for a moment.

"Chocolate candy, I was going to give it away, but it was returned, and I was scolded." Zhao Qian's complexion was very bad, he pursed his mouth, and his small eyes were in the shape of a triangle.

"Who...?" Tang Le didn't know what to say at this time, so he asked stupidly.

"Don't ask." Zhao Qian frowned.

Tang Le nodded in understanding, and stuffed the things back to him: "This is definitely not cheap, I can't take it."

"More than ten yuan, there are only two in it, don't give it back to me, just throw it away if you don't eat it." Zhao Qian said, then looked at Tianchang and sighed.

"Okay...thank you then." Seeing this, Tang Le had to accept it cautiously.

After the two parted, Tang Le walked slowly towards the rental building, pulled up his red school uniform pants as usual, and sat on the stairs on the third floor with his back to the railing.

He hugged his schoolbag in his arms, and only then remembered that the comic book hadn't been returned to Zhao Qian. Today, he was confused by the sudden criticism from the teacher in charge, so he memorized the book and brought it back. He didn't actually read it yet, Tang Le took out the comic by the dim sensor light in the corridor.

Tang Le frowned, and opened it carefully. Fortunately, the content of the manga was very clear. He didn't see any content that was not suitable for children. He followed the natural and smooth story line, and quickly immersed himself in it. .

*****

Zhou Fan has not received a call from his father for a long time. Except for the monthly remittance, it seems that he has broken away from that family. From the day he decided to move out, this voice has never been in his ears. side appeared.

But this time is up to today.

"Zhou Fan, Dad knows that you hold grudges in your heart, but some things are not human-made, and I can't do anything about them. You haven't come back for the Chinese New Year these few years, and the money in your card hasn't moved. Since you are so desperate, then I can't do anything about it. No way, you will be eighteen next year, and the previous money is already enough, I will give you another [-], and our father-son relationship will be over."

The voice on the other end of the phone was calm, and the familiar voice came out of the receiver without the slightest wave.

"Okay." Zhou Fan just said lightly.

Zhou Fan hung up the phone in a complicated mood, then deleted the incoming text message that was sent immediately after, put the phone in his pocket, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head slightly so that his bangs covered his deep eyes Shadow, he walked fast, walking back as if angry.

In fact, his anger is meaningless, as those relatives said, all the tragedies today are his own fault, he could have just sat back and enjoyed it, and died paralyzed in the wine forest like a young master who does not work hard. In the meat pond.

But unfortunately, the wine is smelly and the meat is sour.

Forget it, you can blame yourself, it's better than staying in that home that feels like you've been ripped apart.

He really didn't want to see them anymore.

Zhou Fan lowered his head and walked quickly in the narrow alley with his schoolbag on his back. His tall figure made him very eye-catching in the crowd. He wore a dark gray hoodie under his red school uniform, which was obviously very bloated school uniform pants. But he was dressed slender and good-looking.

He has been besieged by the girls from Grade [-] and [-] for several days, which caused him to run around the path early in the past few days. It was hard for him to calm down these two days. He breathed a sigh of relief and strode forward walked up the stairs.

As soon as he went up to the third floor, he saw Tang Le holding comics under the lights.

He took a closer look, and the people who were immersed in the story lowered their heads and didn't notice it. Zhou Fan scanned the contents of the book, and it turned out to be a picture of two boys kissing. Although it was just superficial, he was surprised to find that Tang Le's ears turned red.

"Beautiful Boy Love Season?" Zhou Fan squinted his eyes, looked at the title of the book on the corner and read it out.

Tang Le's body suddenly paused, and he suddenly raised his head to meet Zhou Fan's gaze when he bent down, his bottomless eyes were close at hand, Zhou Fan didn't expect him to raise his head suddenly, the tip of their noses They were about to hit each other, and Tang Le visibly trembled in fright.

Even the sound of the other party's breathing seemed to be close in front of his eyes. When Zhou Fan saw Tang Le's bright pupils and clean cheeks with smooth lines, he seemed to be bumped into the bottom of his heart by something, which made him dazed for a while.

"My God, you are a ghost!" Tang Le was the first to react, closed the book in a panic, turned around and stuffed it into the school bag two or three times.

Zhou Fan came back to his senses, and he was about to snatch the book from his hand: "Hey, don't rush to stuff it, let me take a look."

But Tang Le dodged this time with sharp eyes and quick hands, his back was almost sweating: "No."

"Little yellow book? Don't be afraid, it's just a man's physical needs, it's normal." Zhou Fan sat beside him with a smile, wrapped his arms around his body, and pressed down to grab him with a smile.

"No, it's not mine!"

Tang Le was in a hurry, trying to break free from the opponent's arms, but Zhou Fan's strength was too great, almost suppressing him to the cold ground, it was clearly a fight between friends, but that The familiar feeling of being oppressed suddenly made Tang Le feel uncomfortable. He was almost angry, and his voice raised a few degrees: "Zhou Fan!"

This low growl with such anger instantly cut through the originally cheerful atmosphere in the air, and the surroundings suddenly became much quieter. Zhou Fan stood up in embarrassment, and patted the dirt on his body:

"Don't be angry, I was wrong, I was wrong." Zhou Fan said warmly.

After Tang Le roared, he regretted it. He was actually just a conditioned reflex, and he was really afraid that Zhou Fan would see the content of the comics. When the superposition of the two feelings rushed to his brain, he was inexplicably out of control .

Tang Le was at a loss: "I didn't mean that, Brother Fan."

"I know, it was my fault first." Zhou Fan smiled, patted him on the shoulder in order to ease the embarrassment, and quickly changed the subject: "Why are you sitting on the stairs after school again, waiting for your grandma?"

"Oh yes, I'm waiting for you."

Only then did Tang Le remember this, and he took out the note from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhou Fan's hand. His face still had the blush that hadn't faded just now, which seemed a bit abrupt on his pale face , He didn't notice that Zhou Fan's eyes moved indistinctly when he heard this sentence.

"Well, for you."

"For me?" Zhou Fan paused.

He opened the note, and when he saw the content on it, his eyes were a little strange, as if he couldn't believe it.

【Zhou Fan, do you really like me? 】

The font is slender, very delicate, and looks like a girl's font, but if it is written by Tang Le, it is not against harmony. It is not surprising that such a thin and thin boy wrote such a thin font.

Zhou Fan thought of the comics he saw just now, could it be... Tang Le is really crooked?

what……

An inexplicable joy floated in Zhou Fan's heart.

"Tang Le." Zhou Fan said.

"What's wrong?" Tang Le raised his eyes and looked at him suspiciously.

"You... don't you want to say something?" Zhou Fan suddenly felt a little embarrassed, he opened his mouth when he saw Tang Le's confused expression.

"What did I say?" Tang Le was even more confused: "Just go and reply to Tian Kewei."

"Tian Kewei?" Zhou Fan paused.

"Ah, she asked me to deliver it to you." Tang Le nodded.

"She wrote this?!" Zhou Fan's eyes widened.

"Yes, who else could have written it." Tang Le rolled his eyes: "Is there no signature?"

"No!" Zhou Fan said.

"Oh, maybe I forgot it in a hurry." Tang Le said lightly.

Zhou Fan only felt that he was gradually becoming petrified, and then he was smashed into pieces by embarrassment and scattered all over the ground. Sure enough, this is the sequelae of narcissism after being confessed too much.

He was afraid that his brain was kicked by a donkey, so he mistakenly thought that Tang Le was crooked and liked him.

Even if he doesn't know, how should he explain Tang Le's reading of Tanmei manga to himself? If it is gay, this is enough to surprise him.

"I was wrong, just pretend I didn't say it..." Zhou Fan couldn't help but slapped himself on the forehead.

The author has something to say: Zhou Fan: Friends, have you experienced ups and downs?